Massage Gone Ticklish!

Description: Abril had that high-class shine, the kind that made you think she was untouchable. tied to the table, it didn’t mean a thing. the massage started high, shoulders, ribs, light enough to pass for kindness. but kindness don’t last. the laugh cracked through, raw, out of place on a woman who lived her life behind glass. then came the feet, bare, high-arched, smooth, and just like that, abril cracked.